what’s in the window?

How Much for that Flower in the Window?

 

Perhaps it was this pretty flower. Although, that's a silk flower and really should not garner any kind of rapt attention. What else is there to look at in the window?

 

Half Hearted Smile

 

Well, there is this giant smile. Seems like it's not a really committed smile. As though the person making the smile isn't really sure if they are pleased or not.

There seems to be quite a few people inside the store. I wonder if they have something to do with the crowd that was gathering outside of the storefront? Maybe we will find out what was going on in tomorrow's post. You never know.

 

reading by the window light

Reading by the Window Light

 

I hope that you never tire of seeing these images taken in the natural light of the windows at the farm. It seems that I don't tire of taking them. Though, you are probably surprised that this one is not of Debbie. This is one of those images that you find while organizing your images. I had forgotten about it. So, I re-cropped it and re-processed it. Now, I think I really like it.

Have a wonderful week everybody.

 

registered

Registered

 

My friend Jim Nash is a docent at the Westcott House designed by Frank Lloyd Wright and located here in Springfield, Ohio. I visited the house on Sunday camera in hand. There was a heavy snow fall going on outside, so we pretty much had the house to ourselves. I love Wright designs with their clean horizontal lines and rectangular geometries.

However, every time I visit a Wright home, I think about the fact that the man had to make concessions to design elements that don't fit his style, such as these heavily ornate heating registers. The same is true of many other elements like sinks and faucets, stoves, etc. Poor man probably had nightmares about all of this victorian era objects in his revolutionary designed homes. Maybe that's why he had a reputation for being difficult.

 

 

my cat’s vision of heaven

My Cat's Vision of Heaven

 

My cats love windows and they like that spot on the floor created by sunshine coming through the windows. This makes them normal cats. And to tell you the truth, I think that if I were a cat, I'd like that spot on the floor as well. The problem is that as the sun moves, so does that spot. I would have to constantly get up and move to the new spot. Because, well you know, I would be a big cat and I wouldn't have much spot to spare. Just saying.

 

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Betty Grace McMurdo

 

This is my best girl, Betty. She talks to me every day after I get home from work. She tells me about her day… about chasing the leaves in the yard, pouncing on a bug or the bird that got away. Every night she jumps into bed to spend some quality time. A little back scratching and ear pulling are what she likes best.

Love that cat.

 

sabi and betty take a time out

Sabi and Betty Take a Time Out

 

This is one of those shots that you see right away. I looked up and saw Sabi sitting on the edge of the cabinet and then saw Betty sitting by the table and thought "I need to get this one". Luckily, I was packing my camera gear with a mind to take a ride on this gorgeous day.

Sabi did a rare thing and actually looked into the camera. Snap, it was in the can. Sometimes taking a shot turns out just the way you envisioned it. Even with cats.

Have a fantastic Saturday folks.

Tim

 

 

cold winter stream

Morning Stream

 

After shooting the pre-sunrise in the cemetery at Mt. Tabor on Sunday morning, we rambled the back roads for a while as we headed into town for breakfast. This stream presented a pretty scene, so we stopped for a few shots. We didn't stay long because we were still cold from the morning's shoot and wanted some hot food in our bellies. Life is not so bad at all.

Have a wonderfully productive Wednesday.

 

silently awaiting the dawn

Silently Awaiting the Sun 1

 

Saturday morning, my friend Jim Nash and I braved the sub-freezing winds to visit Mt. Tabor at sunrise. Cold does not begin to describe our experience.

 

Silently Awaiting the Sun 2

 

We'd braved similar cold the Saturday before, but the clouds and falling snow ensured that there was no dawn to see. This time, we only had to deal with the cold. The result was a series of shots showing the 19th century cemetery's head stones highlighted by the brightening skies. These two were my favorites.

Will they go into my annual book of favorite images? Probably not. In this case, it was the experience that is memorable, not  the images.